From: wolfpup@acca.nmsu.edu (WolfPup) Newsgroups: alt.sex.bondage Subject: The Pirate (story) Date: 18 Jun 1993 18:06:54 GMT Hi all! Thought I'd post the fiction I've been working on. Unfortunately, it seems that I am unable to write a SHORT fiction...*sigh* SO, this story will be in pieces. This is Part I. The characters and situations in this story are not meant to be indicative of my views or ideals. My mind is simply rather sick, goes where it wishes, and my pen follows. Oh, there is sex and beatings and such, so if you're not into that sort of thing, then...well...you are probably reading the wrong newsgroup. 8) All comments, suggestions, flames, wannas, threats, and phantom whippings are welcome! (OK, well, maybe not threats...) The Pirate --- ------ --- PART I --- Images flooded back to him in a rush. Bearded men running down dirt roads, attacking and killing anything that moved. The sails in the harbor, black upon black cloth, snapping in the air. The steely rasp of swords clashing. And then the sounds of screaming tore at his memory, heavy footsteps, yelling... The feel of blood as his father collapsed into his arms, the prick of the sword that still impaled his father's dying form cutting into his side. His own screaming added to the cries of pain and loss. He tried to clasp his hands to his ears to stop the memory, to stop the sounds from tearing his heart, but could not. They would not move. Panic brought him awake suddenly, his eyes snapping open wildly. He was in a finely furnished room, alone. Twisting, he found that his hands were tied behind his back. His legs were likewise tied in several places. Suddenly, the room rocked. He felt his stomach twist and realized he was on a ship. Reality crashed in upon him, and he realized he was a prisoner of the men who had looted his village. His father, dead. His mother and sisters...probably lived, in the hands of the pirates. It was the pirate way, he knew, to claim captured women as their own. He felt his tears flow in grief for his father, and the ship lurched again. He felt his stomach respond, and he vomited onto the floor, next to where he was laying. He felt himself crying again, and then became very tired and fell asleep. A sharp pain brought him awake. He gasped as something hit his chest, and he struggled to move away. It hit again, and he realized it was a boot. He found he couldn't breathe. "Damn you, Gerald! Get the HELL away from my boy!" The boots went away, and he heard the door slam. He gasped for air, and felt himself lifted to his knees. He looked into the face of the man who helped him up. Two things crossed his mind. The man was extremely good looking, and this was the man who had killed his father. The man stood up and, grabbing a knife, cut the bonds that bound him. He tried to stand, but the lack of blood in his limbs and his inability to breathe left him helpless on the floor. He was lifted bodily and held upright by the pirate. He found it was easier to breathe, but the blood returning to his limbs was painful, and his eyes started to water. He was pushed forward and out the door. He saw a dark hallway, and then steps leading up into sunlight. He was pushed up the steps onto the deck. He wiped his eyes and saw many men moving on the deck, smoothly operating the various parts of the ship. The giant sails were fully drawn and billowed powerfully in the wind, the same black upon black sails he remembered from the raid. There was no doubt anymore. He wished he had the strength to run, or fight. He was not given the chance. He was held by two men as the pirate who had claimed him pulled out a knife and cut his vomit- soaked clothes off him. When he was naked, they pulled him to the back of the ship and attached a rope harness to him. Before he realized what they intended, they cast him off the deck into the water. He tried to surface, but was pulled abruptly after the ship by the harness. His head was barely kept above water as his body bore the brunt of wave after wave against his skin. He screamed as the salt entered the wound in his side, and then felt himself pulled back up onto the ship. He was cast down, shivering and shaking, and a soft cloth was wrapped around his waist, over the wound. Then he was pulled back down the staircase and into the same cabin as before. Two men were finishing wiping up the vomit on the floor and left immediately. He was cast onto the floor again, and all but the original pirate left the cabin, pulling the door closed after them. The pirate grabbed something off the large wooden desk in the corner of the room. Looking around, he could see two hammocks, the desk, several chests, and another door. The pirate crossed the room to stand before him and pulled his head up. "I'd rather not have to hurt you as I did your father, so hold still and don't resist me. What's your name?" The man's voice was smooth and deep. That, and the sword hanging from the man's belt, helped him to decide not to resist. "Alex." "Good. You must never lie to me. I already knew your name from your sister. Had your answer been different from hers, I would have killed you both. Look up." Alex looked up towards the ceiling. The man pulled his head down slightly, and then he felt something cold encircle his neck. "This collar, Alex, is your symbol of servitude to me. My personal markings are on it." The man pulled a small black lock and attached it to the collar under Alex's chin. "It's locked on. If it is ever removed, another pirate will have the right to claim you, and I warn you: most of the others on these ships are rather brutal with their slaves." The man stood and walked over to the wall against which the hammocks were strung side by side. Alex watched as the pirate pulled a long silver chain over to Alex and attached the chain to the lock at his neck. With a snap the lock clicked shut. Alex could see the other end of the chain was attached to a bolt in the wall between the hammocks. The man sat on one of the hammocks. "Alex, welcome to my world. I am captain of this ship, the Black Cutlass." The man sighed. "I know what you're going through, and what you're feeling. I killed your father, yes. Your mother and sisters are alive, and were claimed by pirates on other ships. You will not see any of them again. It is important that you obey me and not resist me. I have an image to uphold, and, since you are my slave, so do you. Any attempt to resist me or escape, and you will be punished SEVERELY. I have killed slaves before, and I will not hesitate to do it now, if provoked. Do you understand?" Alex nodded, lost and upset and confused. He felt tears welling in his eyes again, and wiped them away quickly. "Ah, you are still grieving for your father. Very well. Come over here." Alex began to stand. "No, my slave, stay on hands and knees at all times." Alex lowered himself to the floor and crawled to the man's feet, humiliated by the position and his nudity. "You may rest, on that hammock, which is yours. Get into it." Alex carefully maneuvered himself into the swaying hammock and lay back. He almost fell asleep instantly, and felt his hands tugged over his head before dropping off. It seemed he slept for days. When he awoke, he found that his hands and feet were once again tied, to the rings holding up the hammock. He felt extremely stiff, but much more awake and alive. The memories this time were not quite as painful when they flooded back to him, but the loss of his family still hurt deeply. And this pirate was to blame for it. Looking around, he saw that the cabin was deserted. He looked up at his hands and saw they were tied with rope. He wriggled them a bit and found that they moved, although only slightly. He weighed the risks in his mind, and decided to try to get free, and ambush the pirate when he next entered the room. He tried pulling one hand through the loops, and after a few seconds relaxed. He threw his whole arm into it, pulling his hand with all his might, even though it hurt terribly. He had to give up, gasping and sweating. The loops were tight. The he realized that the ring holding the hammock up had a slight gap in it. If he could slip the rope up to that gap and through it, he could at least get his hands to where he could see them better. He tried extending his arms, and then, bracing his feet against the fabric of the hammock, pushed his body upwards. It was working! The rope was very close to the hole, but not quite. He shifted his weight and tried to inch a little more towards the head of the hammock. Suddenly, he felt the hammock leaning towards the wall. He quickly gave up trying to release his hands and tried to regain balance, but could not. He fell against the wall, and off the hammock. The pain in his hands before was nothing compared to what he was feeling now! He was hanging solely by his hands and feet, tied to the rings above him, and the pain was excruciating. He could not help crying out in pain, realized he was yelling, and tried to stop himself. He bit his lip and swore under his breath, but the pain was too much. He yelled for help, praying someone would hear him. The door swung open and a strange man stood there for a minute, and then ran from the room, closing the door behind him. Another minute, and the Captain entered quickly. "Damn it all...", he muttered as he crossed the room and began to untie the ropes. Alex, scared, felt tears welling again from the pain and fright. The pirate pulled out a knife and began cutting the ropes which had been pulled too tight to unknot. Alex fell to the floor suddenly with a gasp. He rubbed his wrists as the Captain cut loose his feet. "What were you trying to do?", the Captain said in an even tone, tightly controlled. The question caught Alex off guard. He had no idea what to say, so said nothing. "I see. Resisting me already. You'll regret this." Alex tried to protest, but the Captain pulled him to his hands and knees and dragged him bodily to the corner of the room, the silver chain dragging behind him. Alex heard the door slam, and then felt his bruised arms raised overhead. They were tied tightly to a hook on the wall far out of reach. Alex, fearing he knew what was coming, felt cold fear grip his heart, and he began to plead with the pirate. "Please, I'm sorry..." The pirate did not answer, merely jammed a gag across Alex's mouth, cutting off his pleading abruptly. The cloth around his waist was pulled off, exposing the wound again. And then Alex felt a vicious pain across his back, causing him to cry out through the gag. Again and again he was whipped, across his entire back and buttocks, until he was gasping and crying and pleading against the gag. The Captain ignored him, and continued beating him until the sobs racked his body, and his tears stained the gag. His mind went numb and his back seemed to be on fire. Finally, the beating stopped, and his hands were released briefly, and then tied behind his back. He felt rough hands pushing his neck towards the floor, and his collar was locked to a bolt low in the wall. Finally, his legs were pulled apart roughly. Through the haze, he felt a stab at his buttocks, and then sharp pain as he was physically violated. He felt the Captain's cock slide deep within him painfully, and he cried out against the gag helplessly. He tried to escape, but his head was firmly pinned to the wall. The cock was pulled out and pushed back in, and then he felt a hand scratching the welts on his back, and the pain drove him back into numbness and haziness. He wished to lose consciousness, but could not, and felt the cock drive even deeper, and then the sensation of fluid deep within him as the Captain reached orgasm. The cock was finally removed, and he sobbed quietly into the gag. His hands were released, along with his collar, and he was pulled backwards and collapsed into the pirate's arms. He felt anger and wished he had the strength to leave the embrace, but it was insidiously comfortable, and his body ironically chose that point to go unconscious. He fought through the haze slowly, unwillingly. His back still stung horribly. Then he became aware of a different sensation. He felt a hand tugging at his left nipple, and another stroking his cock, which was hard. He realized it was the pirate, and also realized suddenly that this was to be part of his slavery. The pirate intended to use him for sex. He struggled in the Captain's arms, but they tightened around him. "Do you want another beating, my pet?", the pirate hissed in his ear. Alex forced himself to succumb to the pirate's caresses fearfully. "Good boy. I do not think your back would take much more as it is." He relaxed into the pirate's embrace, and was mortified that his body responded so quickly to the pirate's caress. He felt dizzy, out of control, erotic, and yet still angry at this man who had destroyed his life. And yet, his cock was pulsing with every stroke, and his breathing was shallow and fast. "That's right, Alex. Give in to it.", the pirate whispered into his ear. He felt the pirate biting his neck lightly, and realized he was unwillingly building to orgasm. The hand released his cock abruptly. He was pushed onto hands and knees, still painfully erect. The pirate removed the gag. "No, you must earn that pleasure, slave. You have not earned anything but my wrath so far." He was pulled back to the hammock and told to sleep a while longer. Still dazed, he climbed into the hammock and laid back with a twinge from his sore back. The pirate turned to leave, but then turned back to him. "I don't think you'll try to escape...but I also don't want you touching your cock." He tied Alex's hands to the ring above his head again and, with a quick kiss, left abruptly. Alex lay awake for a long time, thinking about what had happened. His back itched and burned, and yet his cock was still hard and his body tensed in excitement. When he finally did sleep, it was a troubled sleep, filled with alternating dreams of the horror of the attack on his village, and of the pirate holding him and fondling him. He woke up shivering and coughing, and his side burned where the wound was. He dared not cry out for help, but knew he was feeling the first signs of a fever. Looking down, he saw his own blood staining the canvas hammock, and realized the would had opened again. He felt insidiously weak, and was unable to use his hands to staunch the flow of blood, since they were once more tied above his head. He waited. It seemed an eternity before the Captain finally opened the door, crossed to the desk, picked up some sort of tool, and headed out the door again. Alex lifted his head to call out, but pain blossomed when he did so, and he groaned instead. The Captain turned at the sound and crossed to where Alex lay. "Damn." Alex felt cold hands touched his fevered skin, and something soft pressed against the wound. "You must not hesitate to tell me when something is wrong like this. You will not be punished for it...." Alex felt his consciousness slip away. The next several days were a blur of images as his body succumbed fully to the fever. He was vaguely aware of different people tending him, changing the dressings on the wound, giving him water to drink. Finally, the fever abated. Alex woke slowly, feeling far better and fully coherent. He was alone once more, hands tied as before, but feeling fully refreshed and alive. The dressing on the wound was gone, he noticed, and it had finally closed and was healing. He did not have to wait long before the Captain entered, crossed to the hammock, and asked how he was feeling. "Much better," he answered. "Good. Because we are in port." The Captain untied Alex's hands and ordered him to the floor. Alex managed to leave the hammock with only a slight twinge of pain, and knelt on the floor at the Captain's feet. The chain which was attached to his collar was released, and a shorter chain was put in its place. The pirate held the end of the leash in his hand. "We're going on deck so you can get some fresh air and sunshine. Listen closely. Do as I say, without hesitation. Stay on hands and knees. Do not speak unless I tell you to. Do NOT obey any of the other men. Keep your head down. Let's go." He was pulled out the cabin door and up the stairs to the deck as before. Bright sunshine caused his eyes to squint as he crawled along at the side of the Captain. He looked around, and saw many men lounging on the deck, drinking and laughing. He also saw several other slaves, kneeling beside other pirates, or cleaning the ship. All were naked as he was, and with a shock, he thought he recognized one of them. His collar was tugged sharply, and he remembered that his head was supposed to be kept down. He lowered it and followed the feet of the Captain to another stairway which lead to an upper deck. The Captain sat down in a chair, and Alex sat on the deck beside him. "Look over there, my slave." Alex looked off the side of the ship where the Captain indicated. The ship was indeed anchored off the shore of a large city, larger than Alex had ever seen before. It seemed thousands of buildings filled the valley beneath a range of mountains which rose majestically towards the sky. He could barely make out people moving between the buildings on the oceanfront. "This is the city of Rythia, a small port, but important for us. By selling goods here, we bypass tariffs that are levied to traders in the north." Alex looked from the port back to the ship and noticed that the black sails had somehow been replaced with common colorful trader sails. The Captain laughed. "Oh, yes, we are traders most of the time. What use is looting a village if we cannot sell what we take? We have no use for most of what we steal. Except slaves like you." With that the Captain pulled his head up by the chin and kissed him deeply on the mouth. Alex accepted the kiss, all the while swearing vengeance on this pirate. And yet, his heart was not fully in it. The Captain smiled. "You will learn to appreciate me. Look there." Alex looked down onto the deck where a young man was being beaten with a heavy belt. The slave had a brush in his teeth, and was furiously scrubbing at the deck even despite the beating. "The slave was taken from a city on the other side of the continent. He's obedient, hard-working, and yet Trev punishes him. We don't even know the slave's name, since his Master never bothered to ask. Trev also regularly loans him out to others to be raped." Alex looked on with horror as the beating continued. The slave tried to pull away, and his Master pulled him back by his hair, and kicked him in the side, and then continued the beating. Alex looked at the other slaves, many of which were females. One woman had been tied in such a way that any passing pirate could rape her, and many did so during the afternoon as Alex watched. Several others were scrubbing the deck, some were sleeping by the sides of bearded pirates, who seemed to take pleasure in waking the slaves with a hard belt across the back. "Our next stop is at Syrt, where the slave business is their largest export. Many slaves will be sold there, for good money. Old slaves, disobedient slaves, even slaves who the men have gotten tired of. The slaves are then sent across the mountains to be sold for labor in the desert towns." The Captain was interrupted by a man who walked up and began speaking to the Captain in a tongue Alex could not recognize. The Captain responded in kind, and some sort of heated discussion ensued. Alex returned his attention to the deck below. The Captain stood finally, and handed Alex's leash to another man. "Sorry, pet, business calls." Turning to the man who now held the leash, he said, "Put him to work." Alex watched at the Captain walked away, and then followed the man who tugged his leash insistently. He was put to work polishing the brass molding on the main mast, his leash locked firmly around the mast so he could not escape. He was working diligently when he heard his name whispered quietly behind him. Turning, he saw the slave he thought he recognized before. It was a person he knew vaguely as the son of a traveling merchant. The merchant had been in the town when the pirates had attacked. How the lad had learned his name, he did not know. The boy was scrubbing the deck and had obviously moved close to Alex in order to talk to him. "You're from New Tryl, right?" Alex nodded slowly, still polishing away at the brass so as not to get into trouble. "You're the son of the merchant?", he whispered. The youth nodded. "Cary is my name. You're the only one I've recognized. My Da is dead." Alex nodded. "Mine too. I'm sorry." The boy smiled wanly. "It's just nice to see someone I know." Alex spared a look around. "We could get into trouble for talking." The boy looked frightened, and then his face hardened. "I don't care. And it looks as though you've already been in trouble. Your back is all bruised." Alex winced. "Yeah, trying to escape. Didn't get very far." He noticed a pirate staring in his direction. "We need to stop talking. Move away, we'll talk again later." The boy moved silently away, scrubbing as he went. Alex returned his attention to the brass finishings, but the pirate he had noticed staring at him stood up and walked over. "Talking to other slaves, boy?" the pirate asked gruffly. Alex ignored the man and continued polishing. "Hey, boy, I'm talking to you. Do as I say, or I'll tell the Captain you were talking to another slave." Cold fear gripped Alex's heart. He had been told not to obey others, but if he did not, he would be in trouble for talking to another slave. He wavered, and then realized that this pirate would probably tell the Captain anyway. Pirates were not known as men of their word. He decided to ignore the man. This turned out to be impossible as the man jerked him onto his feet by his collar. Choking, Alex was helpless as the man stared into his face. "You ignore me? You little shit, I'll teach you..." and the man threw him onto the deck. He felt a boot land on the small of his back and then the belt came down hard on his buttocks again and again. He was crying out and thrashing, but the man had him pinned. Suddenly, though, the beating stopped abruptly. The pirate fell beside him on the deck. With shock, Alex saw the knife driven deep into the man's neck. He jumped to his feet and tried to run away, but was stopped short by the collar which was still locked to the mast, and fell back onto the deck again. The Captain stood over him and helped him back to his hands and knees, and then stood tall. In a loud voice he announced, "Noone touches my slave without permission! Ever! Get this piece of filth off my deck and clean this mess up!" Two men grabbed their slain comrade and threw the body over the side of the ship as several slaves appeared to clean up the blood on the deck. Alex was released and pulled away from the scene by the Captain. He was taken back to the upper deck and placed to the side of the Captain's chair once more. He realized he was shaking from shock. "Don't worry, Alex, they won't touch you now." Alex continued to shake, in shock over what might have happened if the Captain had not been there to stop the pirate. He was also very much afraid of what this pirate was capable of. "Lie down and sleep. Don't worry, I'm here." And despite his fear and hatred of the Captain, Alex DID feel more secure, and hated the Captain even more for it. But he obeyed, and fell asleep in the sun. --- END OF PART I --- -- -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- WHIPS don't hurt people, PEOPLE hurt people! - slave drae (wolfpup@acca.nmsu.edu) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-